Museum Legion: An Agents Of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Repenter. A Galaxy In Chaos. A Single Chance To Fix Everything.

Never unleash creatures in the far future.

I watch my creature destroy the Empire. I want to fix my mistake. I travel to an icy world.

I know if I fail humanity dies.

A compelling science fiction story about hope, duty and protection.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215614877

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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MUSEUM LEGION

The black storm raged overhead and the sound of crashing thunder echoed around the small valley as I stood in the middle. The rather beautiful black stone edges of the mountain raised high into the storming sky.

The taste of freshly cut grass strangely formed on my tongue as the rain lashed and slashed and bashed at me as I stood there with a small humming shield around myself to stop the worse of the rain dampening me.

But I deserved it.

Wearing my black armoured boots (that were actually my mechanical legs), body armour and a small black helmet, I stared straight ahead into the dark valley with sharp black rocks jetting out of the mountains, I knew I had to go on and go deeper into the valley, but I didn’t want to.

But after I released all the dangerous and terrifying aliens and other collections from the planets transformed into museums, I suppose this punishment was justified. For I had saved the Empire and the planetary systems from being overrun with traitors and